A Postal WTF?: Photo Essay
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I ordered the new King and Queen of Hearts stamps for my wedding invites. Said stamps:
Pretty, aren’t they? However, given the new rate and the volume of orders, they did not arrive until today; since our invites needed to go out last week, I had to head to the Arlington post office to buy some of these stamps and have the invites hand canceled. So we figured these would be used for our thank you notes.
How did they arrive? Like this:
Let’s play a game! What is wrong with this photo? Let’s see, the envelope says:
From the:
Of course the package was stuffed into our tiny mailbox, and our cute stamps are bent. They’re bad at following even their own directions. Hell, our carrier has been known to leave packages halfway up the stairs nowhere near tenant doors (I suppose he/she gets tired). What hope is there for the postal service of tomorrow? Your government employees at work, people. Oh, the inanity!
Nice. And you didn’t even mention that they’ll happily deliver mail to us for tenants who haven’t lived here for more than two years, but sometimes inexplicably won’t deliver OUR mail.
Hopefully the new label we put on the mailbox will prevent that in the future. I’ve called twice now to have it figured out — our post office and carrier are so inept sometimes. You’d think they’d just leave anything that was addressed to our apartment there. Geez.